User blog comment:Rawfan56/Of Corsairs and Pirates/@comment-3094815-20110410191538

Wind hears a musical voice in his head Come to me, my prodige. he feels his footpaws begin to move of their own accord toward the beautiful she-weasel

RBK steps aside dazedly as she passes but when she turns her attention to Wind, he shakes his head to clear it and blinks a couple times What? What happened? ''Barktooth gnaws on a leek as he contemplates a new recipe. He mutters to himself'' no no that can't be right, needs more celery. A little sage maybe...parsley, ah, parsley! That's it! he scrabbles into the food storage